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Zhang Mo is dead. He jumped to his death. After school in the afternoon, someone found him in the small garden next to the boys' dormitory. He was face down, with his arms pinned behind his back, and a fist-sized hole on his head. At that time, blood was still gushing out of the hole, and the surrounding ground was a mess of red and white. Zhang Mo's death was like a thunderclap that broke the silence of the campus. People in the school who knew and didn't know each other, knew about it and didn't know about it, rushed to tell each other, and all of them talked about it in a serious way, as if they had seen it in person. The two girls who discovered the body, after a brief period of panic, immediately released the most authoritative statements over and over again as the first witnesses.

He came, with a gambling mood, with the flames of revenge, and came without hesitation. Although it is early spring, it is still very cold for the forest areas in the Northeast. This is a not too steep hillside, covered with patches of forest, mainly bar trees, linden trees, as well as white birch, red birch and sequoia pine, densely packed and standing straight there. The color of the trees has begun to turn green, giving them a distinct green flavor. Faintly on the branches, bright red buds the size of a sparrow's tongue sprouted out. There are thick withered yellow leaves piled under the roots of the tree, which are soft and elastic when stepped on, like a high-quality velvet carpet. There are still lumps and patches of snow on it, which are dirty and reflecting the green light and are melting.

During the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty, strong winds swept the yellow sand and wreaked havoc on the endless Gobi. The strong wind made strange noises in the sand dunes and among the tamarisk bushes. At dusk, four men on horseback came to the Shule River. The man walking in front is middle-aged and obese. His name is Zhu Wengui. He is a businessman who travels to Russia, Xinjiang, and Gansu to do business. Following him is a man in black with broad shoulders, a thin waist, and slender arms. His name is Wang Fucheng. The two people behind were dressed as Hui people. The four of them got off their horses, got into the splendens bushes by the river, and sat on the ground. Zhu Wengui held his hands and said, "Brother Fucheng, we have finalized this deal here." Wang Fucheng asked: " Who are you trying to kill?" Zhu Wengui had a mysterious expression on his face: "If you tell me this person's name, I'm afraid you will scare me." "Don't show off, there are many corrupt officials who have died under my sword."

One morning in the cold winter of 1952, Chen Linsheng, a clerk at Xiangfu Jewelry Zhai in Guizhou City, went to work in the store as usual. It was very cold, and the north wind was as hard as a knife. Chen Linsheng wrapped himself tightly in cotton clothes, lowered his head and ran to keep warm. He ran all the way to the door of the store, took out the key and looked up, and found that both doors in the store were already open. He was very surprised because Cai Benshan, the attendant who lived in the store, would never open the door on his own initiative. He would have to wait for Chen Linsheng to open the first door and Cai Benshan would see Chen Linsheng from the observation hole before opening the second door to let Chen Linsheng in. This was a store rule that had been followed for many years and no one had ever broken it. After all, gold, silver and jewelry are precious things, and safety measures always come first. Chen Linsheng pushed open the second door, which was ajar, and stood at the door. His eyes suddenly became dim.

If there is one person in the world who is still awake at midnight, it must be Jiang Xiaohua. Who is Jiang Xiaohua? A character who has a very awesome career, a very awesome appearance, and can't live without being crazy. Luminous cups, high heels, bright lipstick, and large-frame glasses are all spaceships sailing towards her life. In the boundless night sky, secretly shining spaceships interspersed and whispered, explaining various details about Jiang Xiaohua. If Jiang Xiaohua dies, a large number of revelations will emerge immediately. The corridor cleaner said that she drank drinks, did not eat meat, and did not use condoms. The gatekeeper would say that she lived alone on the twenty-first floor. Neighbors will say that she is the same person on TV. Her partner would say that she drives fast. Her interviewees would say that she didn't often miss appointments. Her supervisor will mention that they are considering her for a promotion. Her landlord will say that she doesn't pay her rent and her boyfriend on time.

On the evening of April 8, 2001, Zhao Yong, captain of the Municipal Criminal Police Brigade, had just sat down at the dinner table and picked up his rice bowl when his cell phone rang. It was the director who called him, telling him to rush to Yangming Hotel immediately, saying that a murder had occurred in the hotel. Zheng Yangming, the owner of Yangming Hotel, was killed in the hotel. Zhao Yong helplessly made a grimace to his wife and children, put down his job and rushed out of the house. When Zhao Yong arrived at the scene, his assistant Jin Xin and several criminal police officers had already arrived and were conducting on-site investigation. The crime scene was in suite 608 of the hotel. This suite serves as Zheng Yangming's office and lounge. The site is well protected. Zheng Yangming was naked, wearing a pair of underwear and a bath towel around his waist. He fell dead at the door. There were no wounds on his body and no signs of a struggle. When he opened the door, the murderer suddenly twisted his neck hard and died.

On the night of New Year's Eve, the sky and the earth were dark. The fog that was rare in the south of the Yangtze River during this season in previous years was now thickly permeating both sides of the Fengling River and the entire Fengling City. Song Dawei stood on the terrace near the river, staring alone at the fireworks rising and falling on both sides of the river. Although the fog was unusually thick, the fireworks still glowed stubbornly in the fog. After watching quietly for a while, Song Dawei suddenly thought, isn't he just like the fireworks struggling to emit some stubborn light in the mist? Thinking like this, a long-lost hesitation slowly came to mind again. When Song Dawei bought this house in Linjiang, his wife and friends strongly opposed it. The reason is very simple. If you live in a house developed by yourself, there will be leaks, subsidence, cracks, or water seepage in the neighbors. Isn't it obvious to him, Song Dawei?

Huo Yan's current target is Lao Scar. Over the years, he has been engaged in the business of licking blood with the blade. This time, the buyer Lin Feng's price was 500,000. Huo Yan had already stepped on it a little bit. He knew that Lao Scar was hiding in a small villa near the park. In the past few nights, Lao Scar would come here to have a date with a young and beautiful rich girl. Huo Yan turned around the corner of the park. Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance, followed by several women's screams. Huo Yan knew that he couldn't interfere in this kind of thing. Thinking this, he couldn't help but speed up his pace. At this time, a dark figure jumped out from the iron fence of the park. Huo Yan saw clearly that it was a woman. "Help!"

"I killed someone." Fang Yun said to Lu Xiaoci in the office where they were alone. If it were anyone else, Lu Xiaoci would definitely think this sentence was a joke. But Fang Yun is different, she is not the one to make such jokes. Moreover, Fang Yun was extremely calm when he said this, as if he was saying: I have eaten. "When did it happen?" Lu Xiaoci asked. She had closed her computer, packed her things and was getting ready to leave work. It was at this time that Fang Yun suddenly returned to the office. Fang Yun is her colleague. Although they have not been together for a long time, they have almost talked about everything. No, now, Fang Yun even told Lu Xiaoci that he had killed someone. "Just now, at seven o'clock, I finally killed her!" The off-duty time was six o'clock.

The second Saturday in October 1969 was the "Black Weekend" of the US Air Force's invasion of Vietnam: only 9 of the 28 bombers that took off from the base returned, and the rest were shot down by the Viet Cong. Late that night, the Viet Cong sarcastically said on the TV station: "Another 13 American flying heroes have joined the ranks of prisoners of war. So far, the number of American pilots captured by our military and civilians has reached 256." The U. S. Department of Defense was furious and asked General Allen, the commander of the special forces - the "Green Berets": "You are equipped with the best equipment in the world and enjoy the best treatment, but you allowed American fighter planes to penetrate North Vietnam's air defense network. What do you do for food?"

A group of guards patrolled past the palace gate and met the palace maid Xiaoyun who had just entered the palace from outside. Xiaoyun lowered his head and stepped aside, holding the sleeve of his left hand tightly with his right hand. If anyone had looked at her more, they would have seen panic on her face. However, the guards paid no attention to her and quickly walked away. Seeing the guards out of sight, Xiaoyun broke into a cold sweat and touched the bundle of medicinal materials hidden in his left sleeve. The concubine asked her to sneak this thing into the palace. If someone discovered it, it would be a crime of beheading! Ever since Yang Guifei passed away in Maweipo, Li Longji had been thinking about her day and night, making him sick.

Fu Guohong, a female model from Jiaojiang City, committed suicide. This news caused quite a shock in Jiaojiang City. Fu Guohong was originally a clothing model. She once won second place in a national model competition and became famous in Jiaojiang. Two years ago, she even stripped down to the bottom and became a human model. Her slender yet plump figure attracted the attention of many people. Such a popular beauty suddenly committed suicide, which naturally triggered widespread speculation. Various rumors spread like wildfire, making it difficult to tell whether they were true or false. Many people feel sorry for Fu Guohong's suicide. This includes Lin Shuxin. Speaking of which, Lin Shuxin can be regarded as Fu Guohong's friend, but they have very few contacts in real life, and the real communication is online. Fu Guohong has a QQ group where all the people in the group are her fans, and Lin Shuxin is the only male.

The year when the story of this article begins is 1905, which is the year of Yisi according to the zodiac signs and belongs to the year of Snake. The first ten years of the new century are like a big drama, and now it is halfway through the drama. The upright villains, the protagonists and the supporting characters are all the heroes of the moment. Even those who are temporarily sidelined and spectators in the audience are not content with the fate of the moment. They either risk their blood or gamble their lives for luxury. Behind the purple velvet curtain of history, a dark and tortuous legend is unfolding. In January of that year, a revolution occurred in Russia, which began with "Bloody Sunday" and the Black Sea Fleet battleship "Potemkin" mutinied. In the ice and snow of the Far East, the Russian troops stationed in Lushun surrendered to the Japanese after paying the price of tens of thousands of casualties. The oldest empire, caught between the two great powers of Asia and Europe, must guard against tigers as well as wolves, and striving for strength has become the consensus of both the government and the public.

When Wang Kunshen came to see me, he had done something wrong. On the phone, Wang Kunshen emphasized that he was in trouble and asked me to write down the details so that I could think about it at an appropriate time. When we were on the phone, we were going through the security check. He covered his bag to prevent it from being opened for inspection. In his usual personality, he said something stern. The police said, please go to the office. Immediately the sky was dark, like glue and paint, like ink splashing in the air, and there was a nameless sense of oppression in late autumn. On the way to the police office, Wang Kunshen continued to call me depressedly. He said, Mr. Chen, oh, brother Chen Yuchen? Look what they did! At first he looked so cool, but by now the phone call seemed like a bunch of garbled characters. When he came back, he answered again, "Brother, you asked me to take the subway here. I'm not familiar with it. There are no subway stations in Qianjin Town. Someone said to the two policemen next to the subway, don't make any calls. In other words, according to the procedure, you will be inspected and your bag will be checked."

After a special police officer shot and killed a hostage-taker, he became suspicious of the hostage-taker's motives and began a long tracing process. Who is the criminal? Who is innocent? Who is hurt? The ending is thought-provoking. It is said that if a person is locked in a confined space for more than two hours, something deep in his nature will explode uncontrollably. For example, in a patrol car at the east gate of Nanyuan Spring Vegetable Market, Shi Jingtang's old habit of bragging without regard for dignity started to show up again. The material is his experience of shooting people when he was an armed police officer, and the target was Ma Xianglu, a cooperating policeman who was already drowsy in the driver's seat.

Ah! Cave. This cave, discovered by accident, lost and then found again, was carefully designed by the invaders and carved with many lives and tears. What is hidden inside is what the Chinese lost and should be recovered now, something that can burn with fire and radiate light. Mang, an elf that can melt and illuminate the frozen wasteland... Gunshots rang out in the middle of the night. Li Laixi was holding a 38-type large cover gun, with a pair of big, fierce eyes wide open, wading through the thick snow in the woods, searching in all directions as he walked. Bai Shuyun followed behind him, with an American Tomb-style submachine gun slung on her chest, a mountain rabbit and two pheasants on her shoulders. She also opened her eyes wide and looked around as she walked. This is the eastern end of the Xiaoxinganling Mountains. The rolling mountains are covered with white snow and covered with dense and vast virgin forests.

On July 23, 1942, the Huaixi County Committee of the Communist Party of China received an order that a cadre who was going to serve in the Huaixi County Committee was stranded at the home of a traffic officer in Huluwan Village due to the Japanese and puppet army blockade along the way. The county anti-Japanese brigade was asked to go to the rescue. The person who accepted the task was Huang Shuancheng, the reconnaissance squad leader of the county brigade. He set out at dark, intending to reach Huluwan Village before dawn. Under the cover of night, Huang Shuancheng walked through countless sorghum and corn fields, and all his clothes were soaked. It was the season for corn dyeing, and the dense pollen on the corn tassels fell on his exposed neck. It was unbearably itchy, and when he scratched it with his hand, he felt burning pain. If he continued walking like this, his body would be exhausted before he could reach Calabash Bay.

In the early summer of 1981, the weather was particularly good. The warm monsoon wind from the Adriatic Sea gently sweeps over the magnificent ancient Roman city. At noon that day, when the bell of St. Peter's Church struck twelve o'clock, a brand new luxury Mercedes-Benz car drove into a villa called "Olive Grove" on the outskirts of Rome. Through the long corridor, the car stopped in front of the main building of the villa. Two people got out of the car immediately. The first one was the male owner of the villa, Auguste, followed by his bodyguard Valdini. August Rhonda is a strong man nearly fifty years old, tall and muscular.

Sister-in-law Ding committed suicide by throwing flowers, and Party Secretary Niu was implicated for some reason. "Elves do stupid things." This rural saying is indeed true. Sister-in-law Ding is an elf who "pulls the ends of her hair and makes her feet move." But who knows what kind of evil she is involved in. She drank pesticide just because she couldn't think about it because a mere 100 kilograms of cotton was stolen. Tell me, isn't this stupid? Although Sister-in-law Ding is already over forty, she is still pretty, chatting and laughing, working hard and counting people in the village. She is one of them.

If it weren't for the escape, Mel wouldn't have met Karl; if it hadn't been for the accident at the concubine selection ceremony, Mel wouldn't have been betrothed to Maven. In the crisis-ridden palace, between the two brothers, only by completely erasing the past can she seize a chance of survival in the struggle for power.

From a hanged prisoner to a prisoner, the king's obsession became Mel's only talisman. After escaping the cruel and gentle imprisonment, she faced a choice again. Whether she should join hands or go separate ways, the person she loves hesitates, but she has made her choice - this time, it is unstoppable!

The closest friend who was once was just an extremely dangerous illusion. Behind the Red Blood Guards who swore allegiance, there was actually a huge and extremely dangerous organization! Besides herself, what else could Mel believe in... In this unfair confrontation, "Lightning Girl" Mel became the sword that pierced the king's heart, trying to sacrifice to prevent greater sacrifices.

Travel magazine reporter Luo took the place of his boss on the maiden voyage of the luxury cruise ship "Northern Lights". Before departure, he encountered a burglary and his backpack was stolen. She was in a daze when she got on the cruise ship and needed makeup, only to find that the mascara had also been stolen, so she knocked on the door of cabin 10 next door to borrow it. She was drunk again at the dinner, and in the cabin she heard someone falling into the water. She rushed to the observation deck and found blood splattered on the glass window. However, everyone on the ship unanimously stated that no one had ever stayed in cabin 10... During the investigation, she heard that the guests who were supposed to stay in cabin 10 also suffered a burglary before leaving.

Early in the morning, Chen Jiejie was unhappy, and he didn't know why. He just received his golden detective badge yesterday and became the first Chinese detective in the city's history. He finally took off his police uniform and was transferred to the robbery team of the fourth branch of the city police station. He should be proud, but he didn't feel happy at all. Maybe it was because when the news was reported on the TV news last night, his name was used to make a fuss, which made him angry. People have been joking about his name since he was in police academy. But when his father named him Jackie Chan, Americans didn't even know there was a movie actor named Jackie Chan in Hong Kong. Jackie Chan also hates it. When he came to Hollywood to make a career in the world, he changed his name to Chen Jiejie instead of calling him by his original name. This made him, the real Chen Jiejie, not know what to do. No matter where he goes, when he says he is Chen Jiejie, others will look at him with wide eyes, not believing him.

Although the characters I am about to write about have not been recorded in any history books and have not been called "national heroes" by historians or anyone, their stories have been told for decades, and they already own a huge red stone Obo. It can be proved that it will be a touching story - the humiliating camel team at the end of the camel trail slowly marching in the desert, the camel bells jingling... Bagan stared at Soliya's back, and his heart was itching. Soliya was riding on the hump, her clothes rounded her shoulders and waist, and her entire back body jumped with the rise and fall of the hump. Bagan really wanted to jump off his hunchback and jump behind her, but he didn't dare.

The open grassland is green and fluffy. The sun shines strongly from the eastern sky, and the dewdrops begin to melt. The green mist filled the sunlight, and then enveloped the grass, making everything ethereal and unreal. Du Kang, the god of wine, became more solemn and sacred in the mist, looking coldly at all the living beings in front of him. Dozens of stoneware wine jars are lined up like a group of upright old turtles with shrunken heads. The rough altar is dark in color, dignified and simple. The protruding belly of the altar is covered with bright red square paper. The bold word "wine" is written on the red square paper, which is bright and eye-catching. Not far away, there were more than a dozen octogenarian old men sitting in good spirits, staring at the wine jar with greedy eyes. A group of witches and witches dressed in strange costumes and with ferocious faces gave people the impression of facing hellish terror. The husbands were naked, with various patterns painted on their dark ridges of light. The sunlight dances between the gaps in the pattern, making it confusing. Standing in the middle were two naked dolls, with confused and dazed faces. There were large wooden basins placed in front of them.

An attempt to kill Zhang failed in the Shanghai French Concession. Late at night, two black cars, one behind the other, drove quietly towards Zhang Xiaolin's residence at No. 212 Huagegao Road. When the bodyguard guarding the door saw the thin and expressionless face of the familiar young man in the car window, he immediately opened the door. Zhang Xiaolin, one of the three tycoons of Shanghai's "Green Gang", was lying on a cigarette couch and blowing smoke from his hands. Bodyguard Lin Huaibu hurriedly walked up to Zhang Xiaolin's inner house on the third floor and whispered a few words quietly. Zhang Xiaolin said "hmm", stood up slowly, yawned a few times, and walked down the stairs. Several men were waiting in the living room. When they saw Zhang Xiaolin, who was over sixty but still tall and domineering, come in, they all stood up immediately.

An accidental murder case involves all kinds of people. From the district party secretary to the section chief to the police to the bricklayer to the mentally retarded, their fates all changed in an instant, ultimately leading to an ending that could not be ended. In fact, the story begins very simply because of one sentence. So, what exactly is this sentence? A tragedy happened in an instant. The conflict stopped when the police got out of the police car. The two policemen scanned the people around them and spotted the few hooligans they had dealt with. Without asking, they knew what role these hooligans played.

Jia Sanzhu, a township entrepreneur in Laogugou Township, has a habit. It's a bit indecent to say it: I like to think about problems in the toilet, and many good ideas for business development are thought of in the toilet. Often he drank a few cups of tea in the office, smoked half a pack of cigarettes, and pondered for a long time on a problem that he couldn't figure out. But when I went to the toilet, my eyes suddenly lit up, and the answer came out! He couldn't figure out whether it was the excretion process of defecation or defecation, or whether the sound of running water had a reflexive effect on the human brain. He only knew that he had gained a lot in the toilet in the past few years. So he came to the conclusion that "inspiration comes from the toilet." Therefore, he attached great importance to his toilet and built it more luxuriously than his office. All the equipment was imported from Italy and it is said that he spent hundreds of thousands of dollars. Some people who have seen the world say that his bathroom is similar to the bathroom in the presidential suite of the Provincial City Hotel.

The spring night was filled with warmth and uneasiness, and chaotic thoughts were crawling crazily in Ma Chaoyue's mind. He sat in front of the computer, his face full of anxiety and solemnity. There is a novel for which the idea is already well understood. However, every time Ma Chaoyue sits in front of the computer and prepares to write, he seems to have lost his ability to express himself in language and cannot hold back a single word. The contradiction that he wanted to write but could not write had been accumulating in Ma Chaoyue's heart for a long time. He was anxious, but the effect did not improve at all because of his anxiety. Despite this, he had no intention of giving up this writing that was destined to go through hardships. Ma Chaoyue silently vowed in his heart that everything depends on human effort, and he must turn his ideas into shocking works. In Ma Chaoyue's conception, this is a very peculiar novel, with a complex and mysterious relationship with himself.

As he beat his legs, a cold autumn wind blew from outside the door, not even a hint of chill on Yue Tingjie's body. From his angle, he could see the moss-covered patio outside the wing. Hexi's sunlight shone down softly, falling on the two maroon wooden doors, and he could see dust particles floating in the air through the gaps. At this time, someone sneaked in from outside the door. "Master, Master!" The eldest disciple Xu Ning came up to him and called softly with a pious look on his face. Yue Tingjie felt comforted in his heart and tried hard to smile in response, but the stiff muscles on his face showed no reaction at all, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Very few people can come to this wing. He is now lying on a Taishi chair. Except for his eyes and brain, which can still move, all the muscles in his body are no longer functioning. He is no different from a tree or a piece of grass.

Gray and black, gray and black stand up from the autumn wind. Her belly swelled, and she was about to become a mother for the fourth time. She has lived in this world for a full ten years, but for her, ten years is already the late autumn of her life. This morning, Hui Hei felt that she was about to give birth. Having been a mother several times, she was familiar with the experience of prenatal pain. This time, however, she was a little flustered. She knew that her body functions were aging due to the passage of time, just like human advanced maternal mothers. Aging made pregnancy dangerous. Therefore, she had chosen the birthplace of her children very early on, more secretly than in previous years. It was getting dusk, and Hui Hei endured the pain in his stomach and walked towards the wide asphalt road leading to the city. She has to wait for someone, a ten-year-old child named Xiaoxin.

February 25, 1937, Lantern Festival. At 10 a. M., An execution convoy consisting of motorcycles, trucks full of armed soldiers and prison vans drove out from the Central Prison in Nanjing, the capital of the Nationalist Government, with sirens blaring all the way to the Yuhuatai execution site. After the motorcade stopped, the bailiffs took out four tied-up death row inmates from four prison vans, came to a bill that had been placed in the middle of the execution ground, and stood facing the executioner. The expressionless supervisor opened his eyes wide and scanned the faces of the four death row inmates one by one. He asked slowly: "Everyone, I will send you on your way today. Is there anything else you need to leave behind? I will convey it to you." Three of the four people shook their heads in unison. Only a tall, thin middle-aged man said in a hoarse voice: "The commission wants us to die, so we have to die.

In Qingyun Town, everyone knows about Shopkeeper Tao. More than ten years ago, shopkeeper Tao came to Qingyun Town alone and opened a small pharmacy. Within a few years, he became famous in the local area. The medicine shop is called "Renmiao Tang", and the shopkeeper Tao is as the name of the shop is, with good hands, kind heart, and superb medical skills. Shopkeeper Tao also has a secret that is not passed down. Just put your palms on the belly of a pregnant woman, feel the fetal movement, and combine the results of visual inspection, hearing and questioning to determine whether the fetus in the belly is a boy or a girl! Because of this, there was an endless stream of people coming for consultation. Shopkeeper Tao got the title of "Separating Yin and Yang with one hand". He was praised for his ability to separate Yin and Yang with one palm and never made any mistakes. After Shopkeeper Tao came to Qingyun Town, he kept secret about his past and didn't mention a word. At first, some people asked about it, but shopkeeper Tao always ignored him. Later, no one gradually paid attention to his life experience. Shopkeeper Tao took root in the local area, married a wife and started a family. For more than ten years, he has become just like the locals.

At ten o'clock in the morning on May 20th, Wu Guangyuan, the mayor of Jinghu City, who had hastily handled a few official duties, dismissed his secretary worriedly, and paced back and forth in the office alone. The office was very quiet, and his leather shoes made a soft sound on the waxed red paint floor. It was very monotonous and boring. When he walked to his desk, he hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone, called the city police station, and asked Director Qian Deshan to come to his home for a drink at noon. As the mayor and police chief of Jinghu City under Japanese rule, Wu Guangyuan and Qian Deshan are undoubtedly powerful figures. They have worked together for the Japanese in their respective positions, and they have been working together in a tacit understanding for almost eight years.

Something big happened in Hulu Village. The tombs on the northern hillside are haunted! This made the village director Liu Changhai anxious. A few days ago, Hulucun was rated as a spiritually civilized village and is attracting investment. The director of a mineral water factory in the city has taken a fancy to a spring on the west mountainside and will come to inspect it in the middle of this month. If they find out about the haunting, they will have to retreat. Liu Changhai's black gauze hat will have to be taken off by the mayor. Haunting is not a trivial matter, it is a major event directly related to the economic development of Hulucun Village. For this reason, Chang Hai's gums became swollen and his voice became hoarse. He hurried to Guo Quan, the director of health care, to discuss countermeasures.

Gucci is a young alternative painter whose works are famous for their supernatural, terrifying and eerie nature. On the eve of Qingming Festival, he came alone to Majiazhuang, the hometown of his girlfriend Xiaodan, intending to live here for a while and concentrate on creation. He and his girlfriend agreed in advance that they would not have any contact with each other during the painting period. Majiazhuang is a natural administrative village, close to the outskirts of the city, with a rich natural atmosphere. It is a hilly area and is surrounded by the Xiangshui River, an inland river connected to the Yangtze River, giving its geographical environment unique characteristics. Ten years ago, Majiazhuang was a famous local farmhouse resort, known as the city's back garden. However, today's Majiazhuang has long become depressed and deserted, and all the restaurants, hotels, and bars have disappeared without a trace. The village street with its unique architectural style also looks decadent because the houses are in disrepair, the walls are peeling off, and the courtyards are dilapidated.

One day in the early autumn of 2011, the Interpol Central Bureau in Beijing, China received a black notice from the San Francisco police in the United States from the Interpol headquarters in Paris, requesting assistance in investigating the identity of a Chinese man about fifty-five years old. The report stated that the person was 1.65 Meters tall, relatively fat, and had enamel dentures on his upper left incisor. The person was killed in a car accident on the fifth day after arriving in San Francisco. Except for $105 in change, he had no passport, visa, ID card, or any valid documents. The report also attached a front and side photo of the deceased at the scene of the car accident.

On a rainy night, at the murder scene, a woman was murdered. She saved the police with her own life, but the police escaped. All this was secretly filmed by the reporter. The reporter clearly saw the murderer, the victim, and the police. What should she do? She wants to uphold justice, she wants to report the matter, and she wants to make the guilty people desecrate their crimes. Everything she did seemed to be right... The market was wild. It's said to be wild because no one cares about it. The urban management doesn't care, the sanitation doesn't care, the roads don't care, and the police don't care either. No matter, it just means no one will charge. If someone comes to take care of it, the vegetable vendors will flee in a swarm. TV news reporter Wu Mei lives opposite this wild vegetable market. Wu Mei is over thirty and still unmarried.

A literary masterpiece comparable to "White Night Walk" and "The Secret", one million copies were printed within 8 days of its release in Japan. In "The Devotion of Suspect X", "Detective Galileo" Manabu Yukawa only pursues the truth, and this time, he did not stop at simple right and wrong, good and evil. How can the murderer get the punishment he deserves, the innocent be harmed as little as possible, and the deceased rest in peace without letting the police discover the truth? For him, this is an extremely difficult equation to solve. In a quiet seaside town, on a midsummer day, the hotel welcomed three guests. That night, the retired detective disappeared after dinner and was found dead at the beach the next day. The police could not find out why the deceased came to this town and chose this hotel; the hotel owner felt strange that the deceased seemed to have known him for a long time, but the two were clearly strangers; the boy vaguely felt that he had seen strange things, but could not explain them clearly; Yukawa Manabu found that there were many illogical things around him...

The night was already very late, and the lights in Director Lei Zhongxi's office were still on. He was studying with Ao Jianshe, the deputy director in charge of criminal investigation. On the desk, there were several letters of complaint, some from the Hubei Provincial Party Committee, the Provincial Government, the Provincial Public Security Department, and also from the Ministry of Public Security. On the supervision letter numbered 008 forwarded from the Ministry of Public Security, the Office of Combating Crime and Crime of the Ministry of Public Security signed five opinions, requesting the Jingzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau to thoroughly investigate this case. The contents of these reports were surprisingly consistent and were clearly written by one person.

Jiang Huaming, born in the 1960s, is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, executive director of the Jiangxi Writers Association, and chairman of the Jingdezhen Writers Association. He studied at Jiangxi University and Lu Xun Literary College, taught in middle schools and universities, worked in local television and newspaper media, and was the second distinguished writer of Jiangxi Province Tengwangge Literary College. He has published more than one million words in periodicals such as "Shanghai Literature", "Flower City", "Everyone", "Youth Literature" and "Beijing Literature". His novels have been reprinted in various anthologies. He has published two collections of short and medium stories and the novel "Sharp Porcelain Pieces". Currently working in Jingdezhen Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Before the rainy season started that year, many locals in Porcelain Town saw inexplicably that the owner of the small kiln, Cao Maozhai, was wandering around like an idle second-rate. He was thoughtful.

In the article "Assassination of Brezhnev's Guards" in the previous issue, Fu Soan dressed up as a newspaper girl and successfully completed his mission to Japan to assassinate the defector Yuri Pavlenov. Afterwards, what challenges will she face as a KGB spy? After Fu Suoan returned to Moscow from Tokyo, she was commended by the KGB Foreign Intelligence Service. The KGB headquarters sent a general to receive her on behalf of the headquarters and called her a "meritorious person." A few days later, Major General Chinbal, the head of the KGB Operations Department in charge of assassinations and kidnappings, also went to the Third Guest House of the Foreign Intelligence Service where Fu Suoan was staying to meet her in person and presented her with a Swiss gold-case women's watch. After more than a week of work reporting, Fusoian was sent to a KGB sanatorium near the Black Sea seaside town of Basoriyar.

"There is no unacceptable fact, except for life itself. At least we cannot accept life, so we will reshape it every day." - Bryce Sandelaar's "Glider" At this time, just like what was shown on TV, think about asking the interrogator for a cigarette! With this explanation, the scene is still a bit dry. So, Yu Shiqian raised his hand from his leg and touched the sweat on his head first. Then, he stretched it out. Yu Shiqian said: "I beg the 'government' to reward you with a cigarette.

In the afternoon, a scream came from the calm hills. The screams are heartbreaking and would frighten people with fear if they heard them. Too bad no one heard it then. The sound died down and everything became calm again. Half a day after the tragedy, no one in the town knew anyone had died. The town was very quiet this afternoon. It definitely doesn't look like something big happened. It was a warm and windless autumn day, and the scattered sunshine fluttered in the air like colorful butterflies. Looking up, there was something bright and shiny in the air. This scene made people a little confused, and everyone in the town was wondering how the weather could be so good. The sky is pure and blue, and very high and transparent, and the water is endless, like a beautiful light blue lake. The lake is quiet.

At the 50th parallel of north latitude, the Aogudula Grassland in August is full of crisp autumn air. The filming of the 20-episode TV series "Love Beyond the Wall" is coming to an end. After repeated hype in various media, the price continues to rise. The whole society is waiting with bated breath for its birth. Chinese TV stations at home and abroad have also made reservation calls to the scene. This is the last big scene. It will be much easier to handle if this hard bone is taken off and some small scenes are left. Director Wang Kai was confident that he would win, so he invited relevant leaders from Aogu's capital Qi City to observe the film, and even let some of them play guest roles. The investor Ms. Lin Yiqing and her daughter Ms. Lin Xiaoyi, who arrived early, also came to the scene to cheer for the crew.

Through 49 true crime stories, this book shows the complexity of real life, the distinction between good and evil in human nature, and especially the temperament characteristics of the police industry. It not only tells the inevitability of logical reasoning in solving cases, but also shows the magical role of accidental factors in cases. When it comes to social stability and the interests of the masses, solving the case becomes the focus of everything, while justice and feelings flash at the most life-threatening moments. Through such a writing method, this great profession is restored to the details that are within reach, the heroes from above are restored to the neighbors around them, the solemn oath to maintain peace is restored to silent guardianship, and the tears in the eyes are restored to drops of quiet water.

Albeck's shotgun could never be polished, as if it could not be wiped away like the eye mucus from the corners of his eyes. Because the barrel of the gun was covered with dust and dirt, the muzzle was tightly stuffed with white cloth strips, and was blackened by the khaki smoke and sheep dung fire. It looked like a rusty steel pipe. The barrel was rusty, and the butt was dirty and full of cracks. It was hanging on the outer pole of the tent, and was blown cold by the wind. The green-maned male wolf, with vague eyes and a pale body, broke into Baker's tent with a blast of cold air in the dark night. The moment he broke in, the wind blew the heavy door curtain. It tore up the brown wood beside the door with one claw, exhaled a breath of white dew, and howled twice. It smelled the aftertaste of the unextinguished cow dung fireworks and the acidic smell of cheese, but did not smell the smell of blood or meat.

In the autumn three years ago, I would go to the Civic Square not far from my home almost every evening. This kind of wandering does not mean walking around with hands behind your back, but sitting in a wheelchair. Yes, it's the kind of wheelchair that you rock yourself. At that time, I had not yet completely freed myself from the great sadness. No one can bear such a blow. Originally, I was a healthy person, active and active in the company. You could even say that I attracted special attention, especially from girls. They like me. The first thing they like is my lively and tall legs - I am a tall, thin and handsome young man. I am a happy person, at least I used to be. I worked in sales for that medical equipment company, and my title was regional sales manager (of course, there was actually only one person). My performance is quite good.

It's just a fruit knife. The handle and handle together are only one hand long, but when you put it on your body, it's no longer an ordinary household item. He is timid, and in the words of the woman Huang Guihua, he is worse than a mouse. He didn't dare to kill a pig or a chicken, and he didn't even dare to pinch a sparrow. Mice aren't afraid of sparrows, are they? Huang Guihua's words are well-founded. The second year after marrying Huang Osmanthus, Tang happy was on her way back to the village from the fields when she saw a caterpillar lying on Huang Osmanthus's shoulder. Instead of catching it for her, Tang Xi was frightened and screamed. Not like a man, so un-manly. However, who would have thought that he would carry such a sharp thing on his body. To him, it was no longer a fruit knife, but... A murder weapon. These two words slipped out from between his teeth, and Tang happy shuddered uncontrollably. The sun is still swaying in the western sky, so I can't go now.